White December

Soon the pup was back, splashing about in the water, playing and frolicking towards her master. She slipped of course, before flailing about in panic. December was about to walk in to help the young one back up, only to see that she had regained her footing and was now shaking water off of herself. Ignoring the droplets that tainted her ivory coat, she simply looked to the stallion, who only sighed, shaking his skull before indulging in the stream's liquids. Snorting softly, she can't help but be amazed on how he could handle taking care of someone besides himself, someone who didn't know how to live on their own. Her mind reeled back to the yearling she had found in the Threshold, lost and scared, and all alone. Her heart had yearned to help her, to take her into her care and guide her through life.

That was the only time she had ever been willing to care for someone besides herself, otherwise she found the challenge to be so difficult. Yet, perhaps it was the season and the approach of new life being brought about, but she couldn't help but half desire for a family of her own. When it would be her child, the responsibilities didn't seem so bad, so challenging, and worth while in the end. Would it be the same if she were to somehow obtain a companion? She wasn't too sure. Letting air escaped her nostrils, she took one last drink, before stepping into the waters and soaking her coat with them. She had grown tired of the temperature, and desired to cool herself off. Making sure to stay far away from the male's pup, she plopped down, causing a huge splash of water to spray about. She paused, suddenly feeling like an idiot for not being more careful. She only hoped she hadn't splashed too much water on him.

"My apologies," she blurted quickly, trying to redeem herself for acting such a fool, but in an attempt to stand and face him properly she too slipped, causing her face to crash into the waters, along with half of her side. In an instant her head was back up, mouth agape to gasp for breath as she coughed out any water that manage to get into her lungs. Her ears found their way into her mane, flattened against her skull in displeasure at her own idiocy. This predicament had turned into a strange one, first she was trying to take a drink and find some peace, and here she was, soaked with water and now at the hands of a most likely very perturbed stallion. She would be surprised if he didn't chew her out for such childish actions.



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{WC: 455
Tag: Vadim
OOC: Awkward December is awkward.}